Salt Water

Ocean City, New Jersey... My mother spent many summers here growing up, and she spoke of this place with such fondness. I never understood the magic until I saw it for myself a few short months before she passed. When I was standing on the beach at sunrise, suddenly everything she had told me made sense.

I can still smell the salty air and feel the cool Atlantic water lapping over my bare feet. The way the light dances across the waves, the endless horizon, the sound of the ocean, it all holds a special kind of peace. This place connects me to her memory and reminds me why she loved it so deeply. Every photograph here carries a piece of that morning and the gift she gave me in sharing this magical place.

To print these images and display them publicly feels deeply vulnerable, almost soul-baring. These moments are so personal, so intertwined with grief and love and the quiet intimacy of memory. But perhaps that vulnerability is the point: to honor her by sharing the beauty she showed me, to let others glimpse what made this place meaningful to us both.